Virtual
YNW Melly Lyrics


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We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbine 9's, they all on me
Fuck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
Fuck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby




Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of YNW Melly's song "Virtual" paint a violent picture of a world where guns and violence are normalized. Melly talks about pulling up with guns, walking in Balenciaga shoes with blood on them, and shooting at his enemies. He boasts about his arsenal of weapons, including different types of guns and bullets. He also seems to revel in the idea of killing someone and leaving their "brain marinating on the boulevard." Furthermore, he claims that his actions are justified because he and his friends are "all 'bout that action" and anyone who challenges them will get "put on a t-shirt" as a warning to others.


Melly's lyrics can be interpreted in different ways, depending on the listener's perspective. Some may see the song as a depiction of the harsh reality of life in impoverished neighborhoods, where violence is a means of survival and self-defense. Others may view it as glorifying and promoting gun violence, which has become a major issue in the US.


Regardless of the interpretation, the lyrics of "Virtual" highlight the prevalence and normalization of gun violence in certain communities, and the need for a broader conversation about gun control and crime prevention strategies.


Line by Line Meaning

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
We will arrive with guns and get out with even bigger guns


Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
Stepping out of a $1,000 shoe brand


I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
I shot the enemy, now I have blood on my expensive shoes


Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Shoot that .40 caliber gun and let it create a musical sound


Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Don't waste time talking, let's start a war


Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
Shoot someone and leave their body on the street as if it's cooking


I got something that'll put you out your misery
I own a weapon that will kill you and end your suffering


Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three
Referring to different types of bullets used in guns


With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
With an AK-47 gun, in broad daylight, we get out of the car and shoot


Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
The world belongs to the younger generation until they die


You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
You're not actually going to do anything, so stop pretending


Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
I shot your friends after school while you weren't prepared for it


It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Counting to ten before reloading the gun to shoot again


Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
Empty the gun, refill it, and start shooting again


And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
If they're still alive when you come back, just keep shooting


Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin
I just taught you how to reload and shoot your gun


Two-two-three, AR-15
Describing a firearm


Carbine 9's, they all on me
I have a bunch of guns on me


Fuck with me, you get murked
If you mess with me, you'll be killed


It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
It's easy to kill someone and put their image on a t-shirt


These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
These people are not as tough as they act, they're cowards


I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
People are being overly dramatic and exaggerating their toughness


Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
If someone tries to harm us, we'll kill them and put their image on a shirt


With it, yeah, with it
Saying that they're always prepared and have weapons on them


Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Trying to intimidate others by saying they're always armed


Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
If someone tries to surprise or ambush us, we'll shoot them


All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
All of their group will kill anyone who opposes or threatens them


We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
They have guns capable of shooting a hundred rounds of bullets


Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Catch the enemy, kill them, and leave their body on the ground


Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga
Referencing their group or gang name and year it was formed, and boasting about their gun


Yeah, Melly baby
Addressing himself


And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
Announcing his return


I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Saying that he's on a different level or mindset


Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
I'm not even sharing everything I know and you still can't keep up


(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Repeating that the world belongs to the younger generation


Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
The methods and attitudes of the younger generation


I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey
He's with the people who are the most dangerous and serious about their actions




Lyrics Β© Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: Jamell Demons, Michael Nguyen

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krystal j

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

With that K, broad day, we hop out and spray
Young nigga world, young nigga way until my dying day
You ain't 'bout that action, boy let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all your friends
It go like one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten
Unload the clip, reload the clip, and then you spin again
And if they out when you come back then bitch you spin again
Congratulations, I just taught you how to spin a bin

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Two-two-three, AR-15
Carbine 9's, they all on me
Fuck with me, you get murked
It ain't shit to put a pussy nigga on a shirt
Fuck all that talking, we all 'bout that action
We pull up with pistols, you know that we blasting
These niggas ain't really on it, they pussy
I swear to God all these niggas dramatic
Hold up, actually, I wanna fuck her
Pussy run up, we gon' put him on a t-shirt
With it, yeah, with it
Pull up on me with a TEC, huh
Run up on me, you get wet, nigga
Fuck with me, that's your regret
I got some niggas who really be with it
You niggas pussy, you pussy or friendly
You niggas pussy, you don't want no action
All of my niggas will turn you to past tense
We got Glocks with hundred rounds, huh
Catch an opp, kill an opp, lay him down
Fuck with us, you get murked, facts nigga
Big B's, double-O twenty-ten-nine, this brrat nigga

We gon' pull up with them sticks and hop out with them choppers
Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught an opp, now I got blood on blue Balenciagas
Up that forty, let that pistol sing a melody
Fuck all of that talking, we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard
I got something that'll put you out your misery
Seven point six two, five point five six's, two-two-three

Yeah, Melly baby
And I'm back, yeah, yeah-eah
I'm on a whole 'nother fuckin' wave bro
Can't even swim with this shit I'm spittin', hah
(Young nigga world baby, young nigga world baby
Young nigga ways, yeah yeah)
I'm with them sharks fuck nigga, I'm for real, hey



Zailey Fernandez

We gon pull out with them sticks
And hop out with them choppers

Walking out the ten in blue Balenciagas
I caught a opp, now I got blood in blue Balenciagas

Up that forty let that pistol sing a Melody
F* all of this talking we can go to war
Leave your brain marinating on the boulevard

I got something that will put you out your misery
Seven point six two
Five point five six's two two three

With that k broad day we have out and spray
Young n* world
Young n* way until my dieing day

You aint bout that action boi let's not pretend
Caught you lacking after school and shot at all ur friends



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